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It feels like a miracle, how the morning light washes the bedroom in that luminous glow, painting everything in brilliant amber. Bill loves waking up to it, loves to fan streaks of sun across the warmth of Roman's skin, drawing himself bare into his heart.
This moment always feels like stolen time, a delicious secret that Bill feasts on until he spills open, swollen with sweetness. He loves Roman, loves his hands, loves his mouth, the crinkles beneath his eyes when he smiles, real and kind, loves him bad and terrible, from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet and this time, when Roman catches Bill admiring him, honey brown eyes soft upon him with wonder Roman smiles again, sleepy and lovely with just a tease of fondness as he looks back at him, saying softly, "morning, beautiful."
It's enough to set Bill ablaze with butterflies, everything of him belonging so fully to this man from the blood to the bone, that voice like a siren's call that Bill gladly storms into, burying himself into Roman's arms with a small, love worn whimper. Roman feels like a homecoming, a steady hand, a certainty that Bill knows will never fail.
They kiss once, slow, decadent, strong arms pulling Bill in deeper, skin to skin drawn hot together as they find each other in the middle, lips touching again in the bare sunlight, a rosy "good morning, daddy" breathed between kisses. The sun continues until they are both bathed in gold.
The morning saunters onward into the kitchen where Bill takes on his favorite role, housewife, darling and dutiful as he lovingly prepares breakfast for his most beloved, every step intentional, caring as it should always be. Love is such a dazzling look on Bill, casting him radiant and bright. He knows Roman's routines by heart now.
He's in the basement, down in the gym, perfecting that already perfect form and Bill has to pinch himself to stop salivating at the thought of him shirtless, glossed with sweat, that beautiful, flushed and tattooed skin. It's dizzying, tensing Bill's thighs together and it feels almost embarrassing how simple Bill has become, how easily domesticated and tamed he is now, how completely love has captured him in the palm of Roman's tender hand.
The next best part of the morning is when Roman finally graces the room with his presence, freshly showered and clean, like cedarwood and coconut and the sight and scent of him is enough to make Bill want to drop to his knees and open his mouth right there, but what happens next is no less wonderful. When the head of the table takes his seat so does Bill, gracefully lowering himself to the floor next to Roman's chair on the cool, kitchen tile, hands placed into his lap, a restful sigh wafting from his lips as he lays his cheek against Roman's thigh, the cotton of his lounge pants soft against the stubble of Bill's face.
He could fall asleep like this to the every now and then clink of silverware as Roman eats the food so affectionately prepared for him, the satisfying hum of approval, the rumbles of praise blessed down into golden strands, of what a good little wife Bill is, an adoring "my good girl" pressed like a rose into Bill's ear.
Other mornings are no less divine with Bill blinking awake to Roman's mouth between his legs, beautiful black hair blanketing goosebumps against heated skin, stringing kisses wet down the shivering slope of Bill's thighs, his hands splaying his legs open like a gift, aching and ready. Or when they both wake up needy, already gasping for it, wrapping themselves up gorgeously with one another, every touch, every kiss magnified with heat.
The love is always made unhurried, so indulgently lazy, the way Bill tucks himself against Roman's chest, hiding his face in the heat of his throat, arms circled around his shoulders as Roman holds his hips in place, fucking into him perfect and easy. Every sigh, every groan, every trembling "i love you, daddy" cried against Roman's mouth becomes a vow, a secret treasure to be carried to the grave, the world becoming little else than their bed, belonging only to them under this glittering, balmy summer light.